The Maid Novels & Stories

'Maharani, you must be strong and keep spirit! "Rani! I call you Rani, ok. You're hired! The trial within three months. If you pass, you’ll continue. If you're not, you have to go home. Because this work is quite hard, I pay you six million rupiahs! I must see the quality of your work!" 'Haah, six million rupiahs as a maid? How hard is the job, anyway?' There are not a job as a maid out there pay that much in the beginning. Especially with an age that is not young anymore. Like me. ******

He pushed open the door and jump on me on the bed gigling. "Morning, Maa," he said cheerfully. "Good morning, sweetheart," I replied, hugging him close. "Did you sleep well?" He nodded, his eyes shining with happiness. “Did you miss me in your new room?” “No,” August answered shaking his head. Well that’s not very nice. "Yes, Aunt Cook made us pancakes." I smiled. Even I did not know the name of the cook or any of the workers in this place. I made a mental note to learn their names as soon as I could. "That sounds nice. Did you save any for me?"

A voice interrupts her. "Please follow me, ma'am. " A maid said "Excuse me, maid, which one is ma'am, ma'am... Please my name is Beloveth... Please. The maid only smiles foolishly, "can someone tell me what the hell is going on". She yelled at the maid. Then the maid flinched in fear... "The boss said I should bring you with me.. " the maid said in fear. "let's move then, " I just want my salary nothing more.. "

It seemed that the maid was new. Thinking to myself, when did we get a new maid? You did not inform me about hiring a new maid. Is everything to your liking, madam? Her voice was squeaky but deep. Everything is fine, I said to her. May I have your name, please? My name is Lucinda. Well, I'm pleased to meet you, Lucinda. I am Luna Sophia. It is a pleasure to meet you, Luna.

Covered my pale skin with a bathrobe and walked outta the bathroom and almost immediately a knock landed on the door and a maid walked in with a tray filled with lunch but I really wasn't hungry. "You can take it back, I'm not Hungry..." My voice was so hoarse when I spoke but she didn't move from where she was standing but I was really nervous... "I'm sorry ma'am but I can't do that... The master would fire me If I fail to make you eat your meal..." The maid helplessly mumbled... She was the maid in charge of bringing the young madam her meals and would lose her job if her job isn't done properly.... Sir Adrian, the Master's se

“Hello, hello, he said to me while Thelma was prompting me to answer him. I gave in after a few seconds of fear and doubt. Hi…uhm hello, I was stuttering. Whose is on the line please, he asked sharply. Oh sorry, it's Isabella. Your maid, Isabella. Thelma hit me for referring to myself as the maid. I don't know what she was expecting me to say. Would I have introduced myself to him as his girlfriend? Who wouldn't have his own girlfriend's number? Why doesn't he have my number all this while?

Maybe they were involved. "The other maid wasn't a maid at all." My heart fell. She was your girlfriend? "She was actually a spy working for one of my competition in the industry. Her mission was to get the job as a maid in my mansion and, whenever I left documents in my office, she would send the information to the other companies so they always knew my every move. Then I met Sharon. I invited her over and she spent the night.

Her eyes were sharp, deep, and far too intelligent for someone scrubbing floors. Stop it, Mateo told himself, shaking his head to clear the thought. He took a sip of the bitter black coffee. She is just a maid. He had only carried her to the guest room because Diego was acting like a total animal and ruining the family name. Mateo was a prideful man, a billionaire heir who lived in a completely different world. He was just being decent. He had to keep his mind focused on the business and the mystery dancer from the club, not a servant in his own house.

“I am Verona Windward, a Duradel student assigned to do social work at the Moldark family residence.” Two minutes later, the gate opened, and a maid dressed in black and white appeared. Her face was pale as a corpse and the dark circles under her eyes were so obvious that Vero thought the maid was wearing gothic makeup like Jia. “Please show your letter of recommendation,” said the maid. Vero kept her expression from creasing at the way the maid spoke. She reached into her sweater pocket and handed over a now crumpled letter. The maid reached out, took the letter fr

but Aubrey remained silent, her gaze fixed on the ground. "You didn't listen to your mother. Apologize to my wife," Mrs. Davis demanded. Aubrey raised her eyes, met Davis's gaze, and stammered, "I-I-I am..." Interrupting her, Evan's voice resonated through the room. "My wife will not apologize to anyone," he declared, surprising everyone, including Mrs. Jane, who looked at Evan in disbelief. "Your wife?" Mr. Davis questioned, shocked. "Yes, both you and your mistress were berating my wife," Evan affirmed. "So, you married a maid," Mr. Davis sneered. Evan laughed and responded, "She is not a maid. She chooses to work because she enjoys it. Besides, you can marry any random woman off the stre